Everything is TV/Computer/Phone Now

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I’ll open this post with another of my wife’s cartoons she made, admittedly, a few weeks ago. Not only do I enjoy supporting her artistic endeavors, but I can tell a degree of her making cartoons is an effort to inspire me to return to my own cartoon practice. Maybe I’ll comment on that later…

My wife and I are both avid Hasan Piker fans – so, you know, antisemitic terrorists that hate America (I mean, that last part is right). I have a hard time believing that somebody who reads this blog wouldn’t know who Hasan is, but if you don’t, Hasan is a Twitch streamer who comments on politics from a “Left” perspective, and he has recently become the #1 scapegoat in the crosshairs of American media and politics, due to his advocating for the rights of Palestinians to his large audience – hence the smear against Hasan and anyone who watches him as being “antisemitic”. For the last few weeks, everywhere you look on American news has been daily obsessive condemnations of Hasan and hyper-fixations on every statement he makes, all spun in the least charitable way possible – with him recently apparently being subpoenaed by the US government. In a testament to just how far popular opinion has shifted in favor of the Palestinians, the efforts to toxify Hasan’s name have largely backfired, and multiple political candidates backed by Hasan who espouse policies like those he professes on-stream have experienced significant bumps in popularity due to their associating with Hasan and the amplification of their visibility by the media’s fixation on him. The obsession has gone so far that, in routine Zionist fashion, literal, actual neo-nazis and far right figures who speak literal, actual antisemitism are framed by the media and organizations like the Anti-Defamation League as being less of a danger than the man who advocates for an end to genocide, and for a formation of a truly democratic society in the Levant, with equal rights for all people living there. Not to make too much out of a media figure, but they do this because a popular figure who espouses such views to a large audience is more of a danger to both settler-colonialism and capitalism in Israel and the West, than an actual nazi could ever be.

Hasan was actually talking on stream the other day about how in 2016, after Donald Trump was elected the first time, people were so hopeless and scared and didn’t know what to do to effect actual change in the real world, that they turned inward and began the “Golden Age of Woke”, where the primary vector of political and cultural criticism became that of media. While the media criticism tweet thread or video essay were both well-established art-forms before 2016, they truly took off as people increasingly felt the need for change to the social order, but didn’t see any option for real change as long as ” that Orange-Cheetoh-Hitler-Palpatine in the White House” seemingly held all the cards. TV shows, movies, and video games were obsessively dissected and critiqued for their success or failure at intersectionality in writing and casting. A person’s true character would be revealed by their media consumption, and cancellation of TV shows began to extend to cancellation of people, and the hen-pecking/crab bucketing of our peers over social media joined our scapegoating of traditional media to placate our impotent rage against oppression. After 2020 turned more and more people even further inward still, and the major sources of entertainment for most people became streamers and content creators on video platforms, this pattern is playing out again 10 years later; it’s 2026, Donald Trump is president again, people feel even more hopeless now, and they are turning to obsessively criticizing their new primary modes of entertainment: streamers and social media personalities.

My wife said something to me the other day as we were discussing the dramatic ups and downs of American politics, and I mused if whether they weren’t being scripted to some degree, to lead people by their emotions from one place to another, paralyzing them and preventing them from acting to effect real change.

She saidNo. I think Americans ARE television. Their politics looks like a TV show because all anyone does is watch TV and talk about TV, and so their culture is TV, so they are TV, and so their politicians are TV.

Our worldview shapes which actions we believe are available to us, and we act out the narratives laid out for us by our cultural frameworks. If all you do is watch TV and movies and consume “reality” processed through the distorting lens of media, you might think that what you see on the screen is the only way for a person to look and act. How distorted is most people’s body image by advertising? What erroneous beliefs do people pick up from the news about those different from them? How are our views about what makes a “real” man or woman shaped by stories supposedly about people’s lives? What do we think “success” looks like, based on images presented to us by corporations that just so happen to also be trying to sell us things? What actions do we believe are available to us, based on what is presented as “legitimate protest” by the “legitimate authorities”?

Whether or not it is some intentional conspiracy to control us, or a selection process of competing media strategies by various self-interested actors vying for influence in a marketplace, I do think we in the West have, to varying degrees, all become TV in how we see and understand the world. And I do think our time honored practice of yelling at the jackass on TV we disagree with has fully invaded our social lives in the real world, as well. I have noticed in recent years that people are far more likely to jump to conclusions, have extreme reactions to things, and to write other people off, including their friends, at the drop of a hat. And now as more and more people make a living as “content creators”, the invasion and suffusion is total. I had a conflict with a friend the other day over text, and while we were still in the middle of hashing it out, I saw her posting videos on her timeline referencing it (without naming me). Like, girl, could you at least wait for the situation to conclude before you start cutting content about it? (Now it’s fair – you cut 1 content, I cut 1 content). We worked it out, it’s chill. But it frequently isn’t, and the friend breakups of today frequently take the form of timeline crashouts and call-out videos. How many of these conflicts are wholly unnecessary, and are spurred on by our modelling of behaviors found in toxic media tropes? We act in the ways we have learned it is appropriate to act, and increasingly that has been shaped by people who live their entire lives performing every interaction in front of an audience.

I’ve been in this line of work in “online media” for 11 years at this point. I’ve experienced many different upturns in my relatively modest popularity, almost always tied to a comic or post of mine that “went viral”. With those upturns in notoriety, always came an upswing in hatred and harassment, pretty much always transphobic in nature – any point of vulnerability you possess will be seized upon by the angry mob looking to offload their frustration onto somebody. I’ve had whole forums on wretched places like Kiwi Farms dedicated to stalking and harassing me – never to the extent that many others I know have received, but I’ve certainly weathered my share of hate storms and comment raids.

In my experience, the things that go viral are never something that you put a lot of effort into. They’re not some expression of artistic passion, nor are they a good example of what the poster really cares about or is interested in. They are typically simple, inflammatory, and surprising. They need to be easily digestible by broad cross-sections of people, they need to provoke some kind of emotional response – positive or negative – and they need to catch the audience off-guard in a way that makes them think in that moment “I need to share this”. The comics and art I have put the most effort into and felt was my strongest work will often be outperformed by the ones I don’t care much about or put much effort into. All that matters is that a post hit those three things, and it will be shared widely, regardless of its overall quality otherwise.

Much of my own past few weeks have been dominated by the stupidest, most low effort thing I’ve ever made going more viral than almost anything else I’ve made, bringing with it a much larger hate storm than I’ve experienced in many years.

Anyone who knows me or who reads this blog knows I have turned my lifelong love of martial arts and my dedication to community work to starting up my free Karate classes in the Vancouver area for LGBTQ people. Our club has become extremely vibrant in recent months, almost entirely due to the grassroots organizing in the real world of my incredible volunteer event organizers. We do have some students who have arrived to us via our social media presence, but the vast majority have come from real world connections, which I think is great. But having an online presence is an important part of building up an organization and showing prospective students and partnerships that you are serious and that you have some force of community behind you, so I’ve taken it upon myself to make content advertising our club on my Instagram – a platform I haven’t really used much throughout my online career. Instagram seemed safe for our little club as it was my smallest platform where the baggage of my comics career wasn’t very present.

A few months ago I slapped together a less than 10 second long meme video made from a clip from the 2006 comedy film, “Foot Fist Way“, starring Danny McBride.

Unwittingly, I have unleashed hell upon myself by insulting insecure men’s emotional support martial art, while hitting those three metrics of viral-bility. I mean, *I * didn’t say anything at all. The character played by actor/comedian Danny McBride said that jujutsu sucked. The point of the scene is that he is an intellectually lazy charlatan who only cares about convincing this young woman to join his shitty Taekwondo school. At the time of the film’s making, jujutsu was ascendant in MMA, while Taekwondo was a joke in the combat sports community due to non-contact sport sparring and low standards for giving out black belts. The joke is that this woman would be better off taking jujutsu. Today, 20 years later, jujutsu is losing effectiveness in MMA, as fighters figure out how to counter groundwork by standing up and punching, while Karate and Taekwondo are both enjoying full-contact revivals. You definitely need to engage with the reality of ground game if you want to be an effective fighter today, but gone are the days where just knowing some BJJ was enough to dominate.

But that’s beside the point. Many of these so-called martial arts fans have apparently never seen this movie, and the caricature of trans women they hold in their minds causes them to immediately assume that I am, in fact, Danny McBride, and that’s literally me in the video saying that jujutsu sucks – as though a visit to my profile wouldn’t show them endless videos with my face in them.

I made the video because it seemed funny. It was posted to a small account, and I didn’t think it would go anywhere. It was pretty much just for fun.

WRONG.

NO.

BAD!

CLEARLY I made it to insult the universally superior martial art that is Brazilian Jiuitsu. CLEARLY I wanted it to go viral by being shared by legions of angry men typing slurs at me. And CLEARLY this video is a total representation of what I do on this Earth and what I care about in life.

There was some brief concern by the venue that hosts our class that this hate might carry over to them, and possibly result in some real world harassment or danger, but so far all anyone seems content to do is write a mean comment or message directly at me and then move on. All we are now is yell at TV, or in this case, phone.

While the video continues to attract a lot of hate, it also just generally boosts my Instagram in the algorithm, and numerous people who come for the viral clip, stay for the real martial arts content I post. So it’s not all bad. But it is frustrating. Why can’t the things that I actually care about and try at receive attention and success?

I will admit, this sort of thing actually does demotivate me from making art and especially returning to comics. There are times where I feel like I hate comics, and the very idea of drawing a comic makes me feel angry. But I also know that there is a core of me that truly wants to return. I still have a spark of playfulness inside me, and I do still love to tell stories. I will freely admit that I believe I’m just emotionally blocked – there is something inside me that is preventing me from engaging with the vulnerability required to tell stories about real, fleshed out characters. I feel alienated from humanity – because of the state of the world, because of events like this stupid viral video, because of being trans and carrying anger about gender from a young age – but to truly tell a story requires that you have some connection to the shared humanity of all people. Doing things like volunteering and teaching my karate class and sharing my other art with people are all helping me reconnect with genuine love for my fellow human beings.

I still believe that I will return to telling stories.

Buff Aunt Bria’s Fighting Spirit

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I won the Fighting Spirit Award!

There are moments you build up in your mind that can never live up to the image in your head, and then there are moments that loom so large in your mind that you don’t know what to do with yourself once they are over. Things that occupy your every waking thought and action for such a long time that coming back to the rest of reality after they’ve past leaves you directionless. Moments that, as large as they are, are over almost before they’ve even began and before you can process them, and so it’s hard to even process that the moment has passed. You’re still there – either because you’re still wanting more and don’t know how to let go, or because the moment has changed you into something new, and now the reality you have returned to must itself be changed to fit the new you.

I didn’t take first place at the Powell Street Sumo Competition. I went into it “wanting to win” in the sense that I wanted to sincerely try my hardest. I didn’t want to give in at the first sign of tough resistance or choke in a key moment, and I can say that I didn’t do either of those things. But I didn’t *really* expect to win. I, a relative upstart in sumo, with a whole 4 months of serious grappling training couldn’t *really* think I could win multiple rounds against larger, stronger, more experienced competitors without enduring a single loss.

That’s the thing about sumo: it’s over in an instant. If anything other than the soles of your feet touches the ground, you’re out. One hand, one knee, the top of one foot, and you’re out. Not to mention that ring is not very big – it only takes a few steps back and you’re at the edge, and before you know it, you’re out.

An entire Summer of training. Doing 3 to 4 different training sessions a day, often with a nap in between. Pushing myself harder than ever before and achieving new abilities I can safely say I’ve never possessed, all backed up by my incredible coach, Sony Sahota of Praxis Gym, some awesome training partners, so many wonderful friends, and, of course, my beautiful and ever-supportive wife. I basically got to play at being a professional athlete this Summer, and I truly feel like this has been one of the greatest Summers of my life.

And in an instant it was all over.

Poor Miele keeps getting matched up with me. Thanks to cartoonist, James Lloyd, for snapping this photo!

My first match was against an opponent I had faced back in the Spring. A skilled grappler who, granted, is a little smaller than me, and but is also long-time member of the Sumo Sundays Club. But my single-leg takedown game was just too polished this Summer, and in the blink of an eye, I seized an opportunity to snatch up their leg and then it was all over.

But my next match, well, that was up against the previous winner of the “Super Heavyweight” division at the Spring Basho, so I, uh, hehe, couldn’t move him even an inch. Before I could find a moment to snatch up his leg, or even get my bearings, he had pushed me to the edge of the ring and I came down on my back – pulling him with me, but that makes no difference in sumo.

I am glad to say that my disappointment was only momentary. Even before I found out at the end of the competition that I would win the “Fighting Spirit” award, I knew I wrestled my best and stuck to my game plan and proved that my had training paid off. When I lost, it was clear that no amount of training I could have done in that time period could have allowed me to go all the way and take first place this year. The competitor who won really deserved it. He’s the head of the Sumo Tigers team here in the city and he’s been training hard to win Powell Street for a good 5 or 6 years. As strong as I am and as experienced as I am in other martial arts, and as much as I was living and breathing training this Summer, someone like me isn’t going to just walk into a competition and take 1st against someone who’s been living and breathing this for literal years. It was a humbling experience wherein I saw just how far I had come, but also how much further I could still go. The best outcome from a period of intense work and preparation.

Honestly, even if I had won, I would be feeling much the same way as I am now. This moment I had been building towards for so long, over in the blink of an eye. Now what?

BE the competition!

During training, my grappling coach said something to me that stuck with me (partially because it happened to line up with my Tarot reading). He said that for a brief period you need to become the competition. You have to be one with the moment, the situation, all the dynamics going on, and respond to it naturally, honestly with exactly the energy that is required to fill in the space left by the shifting tides in and out of the moment. But when it’s over, you need to separate yourself again and come back to life.

I think this is the real change that occurred in me: for a brief period of time I was the competition. I lived for training, all I thought about was training. The was no separation between myself and the moment I was preparing for. Until, I suppose, I was knocked out out of it by, as the wonderful announcer put it, “losing a battle with physics.” I met the moment ahead of me and gave myself to it as much as I was able to. And when that tide receded, I was able to smoothly and calmly let it slip away beneath my toes. That doesn’t mean I know where I’m going next, just that I can be ready to receive whatever the next tide holds.

I wrote in my last post about where I want my training to go once these challenges I have been building towards for so long are over, but I really can’t just be focusing on training. Living like a professional athlete is great, but a professional athlete I am not.

I know I gotta get back to making art again, whatever that looks like in this modern digital hellscape. But I also know I can’t go back to how I had been living prior to this period of training, which had me largely artistically treading water, just trying to survive. I need purpose. I need something that drives me, not just in my physicality (which is easy to find) but in my artistic output.

Christ. 2019?? I’ve been sitting on this WAY too long.

Actually returning to my comic, Starfist Gemini, is certainly on the table for a long-term art goal for me, but having a concept of a project isn’t enough. Powell Street wasn’t the vague concept of “sumo wrestling”, it was a specific, defined event. A date I had to be ready for, with specific parameters of how I needed to be ready. The primary thing that has held me back from actually pulling the trigger on returning to Starfist is a lack of a defined plan for its release; a lack of a defined outcome for working on it. In the past, I could just put comics on social media and that would result in views, likes, Patreon, book orders – all the things needed to sustain an art career. But social media doesn’t work the way it used to (and I hate it and it was killing me), and long-form, full-page comics meant for print don’t read super well online, and unfortunately, it’s not the easiest thing to tuck into working all day long on a comic without revenue. What I need to do if I’m serious about doing graphic novels is actually pitch them to publishers – I’m just gonna have to get over my fear of rejection for this project that is so close to my heart. Hopefully, my meeting of the moment of Powell Street has taught me that I can meet the moment required of me in order to make the art I want to make happen.

Truly, what this is going to take is some soul-searching on my part to understand what I want to accomplish as an artist.

Just who am I now that this moment has passed?

Oh right! I’m Buff Aunt Bria!

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